It might appear to be odd timing, but it’s actually very auspicious. To put it simply, if it weren’t for my mother, I never would have written this book. I might have written a different novel, but not this one.
My mother was, after all, responsible for turning me into the nutty Icelandophile that I have become. And – granted, this is not unusual for mothers – she was also my biggest fan. But her role went beyond motherly interest. I often consulted with her on small and large details of the book, drawing on her memories of her Icelandic-Canadian childhood.
Although she did not live to see it, my mother, too, dreamed of this day when my book would be published. I feel her with me today. Happy birthday Mom!
Now for the launch party – it’s going to be at Diesel Bookstore on College Avenue in Oakland at 7 pm tonight. It marks the start of the book tour and the first time I’ll be reading from The Tricking of Freya.
Lots of people I know and love will be there, and hopefully some people I don’t know as well. I’m a little worried I could get choked up when I get in front of this group and maybe even cry with happiness or something. So be it. It’s been a long road… Oliver and I are ready to celebrate!